In the distance there is a sound
Some kind of roaring thunder all around
Sounds of a coming storm
Yet I am wrong
This thunderous beating is not a storm at all
It is a thunderous waterfall beating at a sky of violet
Draping like a veil o'er the age old rock
This roaring waterfall creates such a shock
To the ones who see it when they walk
Walk abroad around the small loch
That roaring waterfall fades into soft
As it pours o'er the age old rock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem